Ne’er Cast a Clout
My old dad used to say that to me as a child and he was
referring to the wearing of my liberty bodice.
Ne’er cast a clout till May be out. However, he was talking about the May
flower or Hawthorn tree blossom, that comes out a bit earlier in May. There
seems to be some general confusion and I can see that, with the changeability
of our fine English weather. I think it makes more sense that my dad was correct, because it has been full
blown summer for a couple of weeks now and I am only wearing one level of
clothing when we go out for our run, even though we start running at a
little after 5 am.
Today is the last day of the merry month of May and it is
fair to say that it has been far from merry in a lot of ways. Fingers, eyes and
legs crossed, that June will not be busting out all over with much more of the
dreaded Corona Virus. That depends I think, on us all staying on the sensible
side and not rushing back to what ever our normal lives were. We are still not
clear of Covid 19, there is each day an alarmingly high daily death list and
that should not be ignored.
Steve and I are staying firmly on the side of caution and
still going for our run at the first light of alternate days. On the other hand
during the summer months, that is the best time of day to be out running your
legs off to keep fit enough for the sport we look forward to competing in as
soon as possible. We had a really lovely 8 mile run again this morning and it
was sheer joy to be up and around at a time when the rest of the world is not
around to spoil it. Mind you the ground in the woodlands is rock hard now
because of the lovely weather. There will be a hose pipe ban before you can say
‘Knife’.
Our run today was about two minutes slower that our best run
that was recorded two days ago, but that was undoubtedly due to that fact that
I had to stop to make an adjustment to my sports bra straps because I was
having ‘bounce’ problems due to a change in underwear. Sorry for sharing that
with the world but it does matter when you are recording all your times and
beside that; this is my diary folks! Read at you peril.
Once indoors again we had a five minute sit down with a cup
of coffee before getting into an hour of Qigong. We are both enjoying these
sessions that we started to drift into from the Tai Chi we had been doing. I am
not trying to sell it to anybody else at all but it seems to suit us well
.
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We both like the Balance, Mind and Body combination and the
breathing exercises and the general peace of the practice. I see that it is not
something that some of my friends would be interested in but I feel that
something peaceful like this can and has been helpful to a maniac fidget like
me. I am always thinking about a million things and have far too many interests
by the standards of some. This gathers me in to a time of restoration that is
most useful.
After all the attention to training and calming this morning
I had a note in my diary to go out and tidy up the front garden because it had
got out of hand with the burst of warm days and so it badly needed a good
weeding and general bringing back to order. This was not a massive job since
all there is of my front garden is a three foot deep, by ten wide, slither of
earth in front of the bay window on the street side of the house. The two large plant
tubs and small rose bed the other side of the door complete the front set,
taking not much more that half an hour to bring back to order. Steve does not
do gardening.
I made a big mistake last evening after dinner. My sewing
project had my full attention and when Steve asked if there was anything I had
in mind to watch on TV for the two hours remaining before bedtime loomed, I
muttered “You chose darling”. That was a big mistake and broke my usual rule
that, ‘Steve should not ever pick the movie’. When we did sit down I knew
immediately that I had made the wrong call. He chose a quite new film.
‘Extraction’. It starred Chris Hemsworth as some over armed brute of an ex SASR
operative, turned black ops mercenary, charged with a new job; to rescue the
kidnapped son of an imprisoned crime lord. I won’t bother with any comment
other than; What a load of tosh that was! Full on bloke stuff, helicopter crashes,
assorted vehicle chases, explosions every two seconds and everybody dies in a
horrible way. It made John Wicks seem
like a cuddly pussy cat.
The only thing I did like was the name of one of the
Bollywood repertory players in the cast.
Randeep Hooda, what a great name that is.
My maiden name was Peace by the way.
My mothers maiden name was Chance.
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